All English Sonnets
Ah! passionless are kisses and the lips,
Devoid of feeling, eyes lacking mirth-
Of such like activities on this Earth,
Are our relations made. Fears grips.
The weeping eyes, and the bleeding hearts,
Imbued with live emotions, oozing smarts.
When minds by such-like motives are steered,
The bubbling aspirations are impaired.
Then days and nights are always long and dreary-
Emotionless, accursed, dark and bleak,
And spirit is placid and so weary,
And languid and defeated that no peak.
Or chasm is espied which can break,
Monotony of our lives, in its wake.